"They were brave..."
In a cemetery on the outskirts of Gotham, Miao Mu stood below in his formal police uniform, watching Gordon carry out his final duty at the funeral, offering one last prayer for the fallen officers.
"Mumu? Mumu?" Jerry, standing beside him, reached out and shook him twice before the slightly dazed Miao Mu came back to his senses.
"What is it?" Miao Mu turned and asked.
"It's time to lay the flowers. We're up."
Jerry gestured ahead. The surrounding officers had already formed a line, holding chrysanthemums and tossing them onto the coffins.
The families of the fallen officers wore black mourning clothes, silently weeping as they supported one another. Miao Mu sighed, walked over, and tossed the flower in his hand onto a coffin.
As he followed the crowd toward the exit, his mind replayed everything concerning the Joker since they had returned from the canning factory.
Miao Mu had not slept all night. It was so aggravating his hair was practically turning white. What exactly was going on with that Joker?
The guy was not Superman, nor did he have superpowers, but he possessed a crazed mind and incomparable drive. Anything he thought of, anything he wanted to do, he would definitely do.
Coming back from the dead... that was not particularly strange. Miao Mu accepted it quickly and even came up with a plausible explanation.
The Lazarus Pit!
A miraculous pool in the DC Universe that could resurrect the dead. And the Joker had the Dionysium Factor in his blood. Put those together, and resurrection was not impossible.
Miao Mu had personally verified the Joker's body and had even asked Nygma to perform an autopsy. That morning, Miao Mu had handed the playing card to Nygma for investigation.
He would have the answer once